Well I'm happy to say my nerves are now back down to a cool level. The past few days my blood has been boiling. I kind of hate that about myself - I can't hide my emotions... at all. Even when I try to let things slide and try to bottle them on the inside it always ends up coming out in the open. I feel like this was something I learned from my Mom. She never held back her anger with me, and for reasons of being afraid of her I can't keep secrets or tell lies without feeling enormously guilty and I also won't hold back my thoughts if I'm upset. I tried doing this yesterday... I didn't want to have a confrontation with Greg, but I guess I could also say he had it coming.
I was home, putting a bunch of my Italian postcards up on a memory board, hanging around with the pup and thennn the lovely boy arrives. He didn't realize I was home, and walked into Roz's room [one of the two bedrooms he's taken over for himself now] and he yells "Christianna what the fuck?!" So I gingerly walk out of my room, kind of surprised to hear this outburst after his speech about loving me weeks ago, "Excuse me?" Boy... was he taken by surprise. He then tried telling me not to turn on the air conditioner, despite there being only one, also in a room that he had only taken over, he isn't really living in... bahh! But anyway he makes some annoying plea to me that I'm going to run the apartment bill up by turning the thing on and hes NOT paying extra on his rent [yea alright big guy... you used the a/c all last week and I haven't been around for 2 weeks... I'm pretty sure this month's on you]. Anyway, he keeps trying to make me feel bad for turning on the stupid machine, to the point where I decide to bring up past offenses... yea girl strategy #1. I took a swing at him for calling my puppy "it" which really had pissed me off... who in their right mind says that? I told him he needs to show a little bit more respect and not go around calling Bella "it" in which time he stammered out some weak form of an apology, while still calling her "it" in his explanation, and ending this all with a "Are you asking me to respect your dog?" WTF??? YES you idiot! You need to respect me, my dog, my things, this apartment. I don't understand how he can be such an empty vat [no wonder Christians have such a bad name, he could be their poster boy!]. Ahhh, well as if he hadn't dug himself a deep enough hole, I was so upset by his misunderstanding[?] I think mostly his trying to excuse himself and not admit he was wrong... but WHATEVER. So I say "And also what are you doing about your room situation? Are you going to choose one or are you going to be in both, because your stuff is everywhere" which of course when posed with the question he decides he now wants the room with the a/c... the room he was supposeddd to be in all summer long ahhhh [I swear it's like dealing with a 5 year old]. Andd it's here he starts sulking. Sad that I am upset with him, yes for real. Maybe embarrassed that he left the place a pig sty and had taken over 90% of the house? I really hate having to put people in line. It's not fun and I mostly think people should just understand common sense things [like all of the things he was misunderstanding]. But w/e. When I was home for my mom's birthday he cleaned the place. There is now space to sit in the living room. The kitchen floor isn't filled with peanuts and I feel like I can go to sleep without my blood pressure being through the roof. I hope he understands now what being a roommate is about. I mean I mostly hope he just keeps his distance. I swear to gawd I didn't think RPI would be filled with so many idiots. I've had more confrontations in the past two years then ever before in my life. Between Greg and James I just don't understand how parents are raising these people.
Ughh, okay hopefully this will be thee true end of my rants and worries. I really, really hope so.
- c
I was home, putting a bunch of my Italian postcards up on a memory board, hanging around with the pup and thennn the lovely boy arrives. He didn't realize I was home, and walked into Roz's room [one of the two bedrooms he's taken over for himself now] and he yells "Christianna what the fuck?!" So I gingerly walk out of my room, kind of surprised to hear this outburst after his speech about loving me weeks ago, "Excuse me?" Boy... was he taken by surprise. He then tried telling me not to turn on the air conditioner, despite there being only one, also in a room that he had only taken over, he isn't really living in... bahh! But anyway he makes some annoying plea to me that I'm going to run the apartment bill up by turning the thing on and hes NOT paying extra on his rent [yea alright big guy... you used the a/c all last week and I haven't been around for 2 weeks... I'm pretty sure this month's on you]. Anyway, he keeps trying to make me feel bad for turning on the stupid machine, to the point where I decide to bring up past offenses... yea girl strategy #1. I took a swing at him for calling my puppy "it" which really had pissed me off... who in their right mind says that? I told him he needs to show a little bit more respect and not go around calling Bella "it" in which time he stammered out some weak form of an apology, while still calling her "it" in his explanation, and ending this all with a "Are you asking me to respect your dog?" WTF??? YES you idiot! You need to respect me, my dog, my things, this apartment. I don't understand how he can be such an empty vat [no wonder Christians have such a bad name, he could be their poster boy!]. Ahhh, well as if he hadn't dug himself a deep enough hole, I was so upset by his misunderstanding[?] I think mostly his trying to excuse himself and not admit he was wrong... but WHATEVER. So I say "And also what are you doing about your room situation? Are you going to choose one or are you going to be in both, because your stuff is everywhere" which of course when posed with the question he decides he now wants the room with the a/c... the room he was supposeddd to be in all summer long ahhhh [I swear it's like dealing with a 5 year old]. Andd it's here he starts sulking. Sad that I am upset with him, yes for real. Maybe embarrassed that he left the place a pig sty and had taken over 90% of the house? I really hate having to put people in line. It's not fun and I mostly think people should just understand common sense things [like all of the things he was misunderstanding]. But w/e. When I was home for my mom's birthday he cleaned the place. There is now space to sit in the living room. The kitchen floor isn't filled with peanuts and I feel like I can go to sleep without my blood pressure being through the roof. I hope he understands now what being a roommate is about. I mean I mostly hope he just keeps his distance. I swear to gawd I didn't think RPI would be filled with so many idiots. I've had more confrontations in the past two years then ever before in my life. Between Greg and James I just don't understand how parents are raising these people.
Ughh, okay hopefully this will be thee true end of my rants and worries. I really, really hope so.
- c
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